This whole concept of courting and attraction was far too complicated, especially with his mind in pieces as it was that evening. He desired her, was nearly completely certain that he loved her, and yet he lacked any way to express his emotions for her, and even less certainty that he should.
She was more than just a courtesan, after all. Especially to him. Would expressing or taking what he did wish reduce her to that? Could she be a woman and not a mistress, to him? How could he tell her she was?
"My grip is off," he said, swallowing, "Weak arms, I'm rather terrified I'll drop what I want and ruin it."
Terrible metaphor, his mind scolded him. He could've done so much better.
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Date: 2007-05-24 03:38 am (UTC)She was more than just a courtesan, after all. Especially to him. Would expressing or taking what he did wish reduce her to that? Could she be a woman and not a mistress, to him? How could he tell her she was?
"My grip is off," he said, swallowing, "Weak arms, I'm rather terrified I'll drop what I want and ruin it."
Terrible metaphor, his mind scolded him. He could've done so much better.